Relax on a silent night and dive into Christmas Brides, a lush historical holiday anthology featuring a brand-new story from USA Today bestselling author Alexandra Hawkins. And back by popular demand from last Christmas, previously published One Hot Scot, The Scandal Before Christmas, and It Happened Under the Mistletoe are back to deck the halls in this sensual Christmas collection.
One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch
Duncan Lenox lives surrounded by enemies, a MacLawry in a land of Campbells. But when an English beauty has nowhere else to turn, he feels obligated to help. Now that they must spend a night together in an abandoned cottage while a storm rages on, will their mutual passion saveor doomthem both?
Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins
Lady Ellen is outraged when she learns her dowry's been increased by her dad, eager to draw every bachelor in England to her front door. So when Lord Swainsbury comes knocking, Ellen assumes he's another dreadful fortune hunter. Little does she know that Swainsbury has completely fallen for herbody, heart, and soul…
The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex
Lieutenant Ian Worth needs a wife by Christmas. He has to find her, woo her, and wed her before he goes back to sea. Anne Lesley is a shy spinster with no prospects, so she accepts Ian's hasty offer only for the security it will bring. But when a midwinter storm rolls in, things start to heat up between them…and they might just find true, honest-to-goodness love…
It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman
Oliver Townsende intends to avoid the hordes of marriage-minded misses at a friend's holiday party. When he meets Miss Cerian Blake, who's dodging her own unwanted set of admirers, the two decide to join forces and fake an infatuation to keep their suitors at bay. But when mistletoe becomes involved, will their Christmastime prank turn into a love to last all seasons?
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About the Author
A native and current resident of Southern California, Suzanne Enoch loves movies almost as much as she loves books, with a special place in her heart for anything Star Wars. She has written more than thirty Regency novels and historical romances, which are regularly found on the New York Times bestseller list. When she is not busily working on her next book, Suzanne likes to contemplate interesting phenomena, like how the three guppies in her aquarium became 161 guppies in five months.
Alexandra Hawkins is an unrepentant Anglophile who discovered romance novels as a teenager and knew that one day she would be writing her own. With her Lords of Vice series, she has combined her love of English history, mythology, and romance to create sensual character-driven stories that, she hopes, will touch readers' hearts. Alexandra lives in Georgia with her husband and three children.
Elizabeth Essex is the award-winning author of the critically acclaimed Reckless Brides historical series. When not re-reading Jane Austen, sipping tea or mucking about her garden, Elizabeth can be found writing, making up wonderful stories about people who live far more interesting lives than she. It wasn't always so. Elizabeth graduated from Hollins College with a BA in Classical Studies and Art History, and then earned her MA from Texas A&M University in Nautical Archaeology, also known as the archaeology of shipwrecks.
Valerie Bowman grew up in Illinois with six sisters (she's number seven) and a huge supply of historical romance novels. After a cold and snowy stint earning a degree in English with a minor in history at Smith College, she moved to Florida the first chance she got. Valerie now lives in Jacksonville with her family including her rascally dog, Roo. When she's not writing, she keeps busy reading, traveling, or vacillating between watching crazy reality TV and PBS. Valerie loves to hear from readers.
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Julia Prentiss sat in the road as the tail of her mare vanished around a large pile of boulders. In other circumstances she likely would have thought the sight pretty—a black horse galloping, riderless, into the cloud-filled orange and purple sunset. It was precisely the sort of thing she’d imagined when she’d suggested that a summer visit to Scotland for her aunt’s wedding would make for a perfect Christmas present. She fingered the ripped hem of her blue gown and scowled. This wasn’t even remotely what she’d had in mind.
Nothing in the past five days, in fact, seemed like any sort of holiday gift she ever would have asked for. Not in a thousand years. So she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised at being flung to the ground now. It all went perfectly along with the horrid nightmare this so-called gift had become.
Once she had her breath back, she wiggled her fingers and her toes. Her backside would definitely be bruised tomorrow, but nothing seemed to be broken—which was also the first bit of good luck she’d managed in the past five days. It was also likely the last bit of luck she would see. She certainly couldn’t risk waiting by the side of the road hoping for a friendly face. It was far more likely the next person she saw would be decidedly unfriendly.
That thought sent a chill down her spine, and she carefully gathered her feet beneath her and stood. The long, narrow lake that had attracted her attention lay close by on her right, and though she should likely be spending her energy recovering that blasted horse, thirst had already turned her mouth to dust. With a quick look behind her at the empty rolling hills of rock and heather, Julia made her way to the water’s edge, squatted down, and scooped up mouthfuls of blessedly cold water with both hands.
Whatever she thought of Hugh Fersen, Lord Bellamy, he’d chosen well when he’d dragged her off here. She’d been riding for two hours or so, and other than Bellamy Park and the scattering of cotters’ shacks around it, she hadn’t seen so much as a chimney. And now she couldn’t see her horse either. In another twenty minutes, she wouldn’t be able to see anything at all because it would be completely dark. Another thought occurred to her. Wolves had supposedly been killed off in the Highlands, but she wasn’t as certain about bears. Or wildcats. And to think, she might have asked for a visit to Paris. Or a new gown.
“Damnation,” she muttered. Would one bit of luck be too much to expect?
A splash of water out in the lake answered her. If she’d been hungry enough to consider raw fish, she would have been interested, but though breakfast had been hours and hours ago, she and her hunger hadn’t yet reached the point of desperation. At the edge of the water she’d hoped reeds would offer her some sort of shelter from the view of the road, but evidently here either the weather wasn’t temperate enough or the wind was too strong to allow any plants to grow above ankle height. A canyon would hide her, or a nice deep valley, but she didn’t want to hide as much as she wanted to be gone from here entirely. Cowering under a tree wouldn’t serve any purpose.
From somewhere in the distance a low sound rumbled across the craggy hills, and she shivered. Whether it was a gunshot or thunder, it reminded her how very exposed she was. Whatever her wishes, she would have to find somewhere to shelter and hope the night and the rain hid her trail. Julia straightened. As she turned, something caught her eye, and she bent down. A large swathe of checkered material had been folded and set across a low boulder. She snapped the cloth open to see black and white and gray squares with a thick red threading shot through them, almost like blood.
Bellamy’s clan colors were blue and green and black; anything different was welcome. Had she finally gotten free of Fersen land? The low rumble repeated, and she wrapped the cloth around her shoulders. If rain came, she would have something beyond her once pretty blue ball gown to keep her warm at least.
Water splashed out in the lake again, and she looked back. And froze.
A figure rose from the lake water. A male figure, she noted, belatedly stepping backward as he moved directly toward her. Black hair, straight beneath the weight of the streaming water, brushed bare, broad shoulders. His well-muscled chest and abdomen came into view as the water fell away, and she took a heartbeat to wonder whether he wore anything at all before the up-sloping bank answered the question for her.
Oh, my. A thick cock rooted in dark, curling hair hung between muscular thighs. She’d seen statues, of course, and the occasional naked toddler, but this was no toddler. And no statue. Taken altogether, he was … stunning.
She shook herself. He was also a stranger, and she was very much alone. “Stand back,” she ordered, backing up another step.
He eyed her, wet black hair falling across one startlingly green eye as he tilted his head. “Ye seem to be wearing my kilt,” he rumbled in a thick Highlands brogue.
Julia fingered the heavy material around her shoulders. “Oh. Oh!” Shrugging out of it, she flung the mass at him.
The large fellow caught the tartan as it slapped against his chest. Keeping his gaze squarely on her as if he thought she might vanish into thin air, he wrapped the long material twice about his waist and tucked the end away. “That’ll do,” he said a moment later. “Now. Ye’re a Sasannach lass, are ye not? What are ye doing on my land?”
His land? Was he a Fersen, then, even with the different tartan colors? Or had she indeed found someone who might aid her? All the alliances and territories were terribly confusing, and now she wished she’d spent more time learning about them. Back before her Christmas gift had gone so horribly awry, she’d thought the idea of clans rather romantic. Oh, she should have begun running the moment this man’s head emerged from the water. But if he didn’t know who she was or why she was there, perhaps she did still have a chance to escape. “I was riding with friends,” she ventured. “We were separated, and my horse spooked.”
The green gaze trailed from her snarled red-brown hair half escaped from its pins to her equally disheveled blue gown. “Ye went riding in that?” he asked, producing a pair of boots from the other side of the boulder and stomping into them. “Unlikely.” Abruptly he turned his back on her and began walking along a faint path in the heather.
“Wait!” Julia looked from the empty, dimming road behind her to the rapidly retreating half-naked man in front of her. The mare could be in York by now, for all she knew. Or worse, it might have returned to the stable from where Julia had procured her this afternoon. What mattered was that if Bellamy’s men came across the horse, they would know she was on foot. And close by. Drat.
“Well, come along then,” the large man said, not offering a backward glance. “I’ve nae got all night. And it’ll be raining by suppertime.”
When one was drowning, any bit of flotsam would do, she supposed. Gathering her skirts, she hurried after him. After ten minutes or so of walking to what looked like nowhere, a narrow valley opened up before her, the trail deepening into a surprisingly well-cut series of switchbacks leading down to the bottom. It was fairly easy to navigate but nearly impossible to see from above unless one knew where to look. She dearly hoped that Fersen didn’t know where to look.
A waterfall to the left carried the runoff from the lake above into a narrow, fast-moving stream that cut through the middle of the valley in a series of cascading descents. Trees, elm and pine and sturdy oak, lined both sides of the water. If she’d been in a more expansive mood, she might have had a random thought or two about how it looked very like a hidden Eden below the stark hills and craggy peaks above.
“Where are we?” she ventured. According to the tale she’d spun, she was lost, after all. Therefore she’d asked a perfectly reasonable question.
“Strath na saighead,” he rumbled.
Well, that wasn’t at all helpful. “Beg pardon?”
“Valley of the Arrows,” he said after a moment. “A great battle was fought here. A course, great battles were fought nearly everywhere in the Highlands.” They rounded a stand of tumbled boulders, and a small stone house came into view tucked beneath the cliff. No, not a house. Not even a cottage. A tiny cotter’s shack that hardly looked bigger than her bedchamber back at Sebree House in Wessex.
“That sounds exciting,” Julia returned absently. So now she knew what the valley was called. That didn’t answer the more pressing question. Was she still on Fersen land? Was he loyal to Fersen? She took a breath, trying to ignore the stiffness setting into her backside. “I hear that Clan Fersen has its seat nearby. Are you a part of Lord Bellamy’s clan?”
“Is that where ye rode from?” the Highlander asked, stopping to turn around and look at her.
Escaping this afternoon had taken every bit of courage she possessed. If she had to do it again … “Please, just tell me if you’re allied with the Fersens,” she insisted, abruptly realizing that in a very isolated place she’d just taken herself even further from help in this hidden valley. She’d thought—hoped—this might be her chance. But if she was wrong, she’d just delivered herself back into Bellamy’s hands, and he would make certain she never escaped again.
“Nae,” he answered after a moment. “I answer to Clan MacLawry.” He tilted his head, that stray strand of damp, raven black hair falling across one green eye again. “More or less.”
She didn’t know Clan MacLawry, but then most of the odd … antiquity of the Highlands had been a complete surprise. And where before it had seemed quaint, now it seemed distinctly dangerous. Rather like walking into a pit of vipers and not knowing which one was the most—or least—poisonous. “Oh,” she ventured, deciding he expected some kind of reply.
“Oh,” he repeated, a touch of humor brushing his gaze before he turned back to the cottage and continued forward.
“Is that MacLawry House, then? Who’s the … clan leader? Might I speak with him?”
“Ye think that pile of rubble is the house of a clan chief? Ye’re nae one of those Bedlamites escaped from the asylum, are ye?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then, nae, that’s an old cotter’s shack I use from time to time when I go hunting. The chief of Clan MacLawry is Lord Glengask, who resides at Glengask Castle. And nae, ye cannae speak with him, as he’s in London. His youngest brother Bear MacLawry is there, but it’s near seven miles from here, and it’s aboot to rain.”
Seven miles? It might as well have been a hundred miles, since she had no horse and no idea which direction to travel. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. “Is … is there anyone else here?”
“In the shack? Nae. Lenox House—where I live—is three or so miles from here. I can take ye there tomorrow when I’ve finished up here, or when the storm passes; whichever comes first.” He pulled a rope latch and pushed open the heavy door. It opened with a squeak she couldn’t describe as anything other than ominous.
“I … Perhaps you could tell me the direction to Lenox House? I’m certain I would be welcome there.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Aye? Do ye know Duncan Lenox and his kin, then?”
That would be quite a bluff, if she meant to attempt it. Those keen green eyes glinted at her, though, and she had the distinct feeling that he knew more than he was saying. About what, she had no idea. Julia forced a smile. “No, I don’t.”
Unfolding his muscular arms, he stuck out his right hand. “Well, now ye do. I’m Duncan Lenox. Come in, lass. I’ve hot water on fer tea and a rabbit stew on the fire. I’ll nae harm ye. Ye have my word on that.”
Duncan Lenox waited, his hand outstretched. If this woman had been out riding with friends and lost her way, he was a French poodle, but whatever lies she told, one thing was obvious—she was alone and in distress.
“You’re—do you always go about naked, Mr. Lenox?” she asked, glancing from his hand to his face, her brown eyes wary.
“I needed a bath. I didnae expect to have a guest here.” He lowered his hand again. “Are ye going to join me inside, or nae?”
“No. I feel more … It wouldn’t be proper for me to be alone with a man inside his shack.”
It wasn’t precisely proper for him, either, but she didn’t hear him complaining, did she? “Suit yerself, then.” Hiding his amusement at her stunned expression, he walked into the shack and closed the door behind him.
He damned well couldn’t rescue someone who didn’t wish to be rescued. And he wasn’t sending anyone on to Lenox House who could possibly bring trouble with her. And this woman was trouble. He could practically smell it in the air. Half-naked Highlander though he might be, he knew the rules of propriety. He had the feeling he was about to discover just how remote this valley was and just how far Society could reach.
Of course she could be some married lady off on an odd adventure. That would save him one set of problems but introduce a whole other one—namely, her husband and what that fellow would do if he discovered them sharing a rabbit stew in a tiny cotter’s shack. He preferred to avoid any trouble, but that didn’t seem likely today.
Above all that, he couldn’t escape the sensation that he’d wandered into some faerie’s trap. When he’d surfaced in the loch to see a lovely sprite wrapped in his clan colors, her auburn hair touched by the breeze and her brown eyes facing the setting sun, for a bare second he’d thought … Well, he wasn’t certain what he’d thought, but it hadn’t made any sense.
He did know what his body had thought, and it had taken a moment to let the cold water put everything back in place again. She’d have run for certain if she’d seen that bit leading the way. With a glance at the still-closed door he pulled on an old linen shirt, then walked over to throw another piece of wood on the fire and pull off the kettle to make himself a cup of tea. That done, he set the stew back over the fire; if that scent didn’t tempt her to come inside, nothing would.
She seemed to think him part of the Fersen clan—or at least she had at first—and that idea had made her nervous. If she was tangled up with Bellamy, that made him nervous. But still, she clearly didn’t belong here in the Highlands, and if she was desperate enough to follow a nearly naked man to his doorstep, he couldn’t abandon her. Not even if leaving her standing there like Boadicea in the heather might have been the wiser decision.
All he’d wanted was to stop a few beasts from killing his calves, for the devil’s sake, and perhaps to do a bit of fishing. To be certain he’d never caught a Sasannach woman in Loch Shinaig before. Duncan glanced toward the door again. Perhaps she’d gone, after all. That would take care of a substantial number of troubles. And all he would have to do was not go looking for her.
The door rattled and opened. “You would truly have left me out there in the dark and the rain, wouldn’t you?”
So, the more difficult route, it was. He should have been dismayed and annoyed, but Duncan found himself smiling as he pulled down another teacup and set it on the plank table. “I had a hunch ye’d come inside if ye wanted to. I wasnae going to drag ye in. Have a seat.”
Instead of doing that, she spent a moment looking around the small shack. A bed in the corner up against the side of the fireplace, the table, three chairs, two cupboards, and the corner by the door piled with gear for stripping and stretching deer hides during hunting season. Two windows, one looking north and the other west, were shuttered against the weather, and the single door stood opposite the hearth. There was nothing else inside except for a few bits and bobs that former residents had left behind and no one had bothered to dispose of.
“This is … small,” she said. “If you own Lenox House, what are you doing out here?”
“We’ve had some wolves chasing after our cattle. I’ve been tracking after them.” And he’d wanted a few days of quiet, but until he knew who she was and what she was doing in the Highlands, the details of his life at Lenox House could wait.
“You aren’t bamming me, are you?” she asked, worry crossing her features. “I read that there are no wolves left in Scotland.”
“Aye, I’ve heard that, as well. Old MacQueen of Findhorn claimed he killed the last of ’em near seventy-five years ago. Call them feral dogs if ye like, then, but someaught’s killing my cattle, and it isnae rabbits. I’m keener on stopping it than on naming the beasts that’re doing it.”
She took a breath, offering him a small nod. “So you truly are Duncan Lenox? And you’re only here to protect your cattle?”
“Aye. And this is my land. I’m here after wolves or dogs or rabid rabbits, and I’ll nae harm ye, lass.” Whatever had her so skittish, he could only reassure her with the truth. He sat in one of the chairs pulled up to the table. “But that’s all ye’ll get from me until ye tell me someaught aboot yerself.”
He poured himself some more tea, which he decided was the most nonthreatening thing he could do. But he didn’t need to be looking at his guest to know she still hesitated. Whatever had happened to bring her here likely wasn’t pleasant. Finally, she sat in the chair across from him. “I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t come across you, then. I’m quite … lost, really. So thank you.”
“Ye’re welcome.” Duncan nudged the pot of tea in her direction. “That’s nae much information, though. I’ll start for ye, shall I? Ye’ve a fear of the Fersens. Bellamy in particular. I’ve a keen suspicion ye were nae oot riding with friends. Nae in that dress. In fact, I think the only truth ye’ve spoken is that ye’re lost.”
Pretty brown eyes, almost black in the dimmer light of the shack, widened. “You’re … more observant than I realized,” she said after a moment.
“Ye mean I’m less stupid than ye hoped. Do ye care to tell me what’s happened to ye then, lass?”
“I’m afraid I don’t trust you enough for that, Mr. Lenox.” Her hand shaking a little, she poured herself a cup of tea and dumped two lumps of sugar into the brew.
Wealthy, then, though he’d thought so from both her gown and her manner of speech. A poor lass would have been excited to see the sugar and used too much. This one used it without even thinking about it. “Call me Duncan,” he said, and reached down to pull the knife from his boot. Before she could do more than gasp, he set it down on the table and pushed it toward her, hilt first. “Does that help yer trust?”
She ran her finger across the flat, carved hilt of whalebone then pulled it into onto her lap. “Prentiss,” she supplied with a hesitation so slight he almost didn’t notice it. The way she kept her gaze directly on his face the entire time didn’t help his concentration, either. “Julia Prentiss.”
The name meant nothing to him. He didn’t spend much time reading the London newspapers, though, and even less perusing the Society pages, so she might have been the Prince Regent’s cousin and he’d never have known it. “Well, Miss Prentiss, would ye care for some rabbit stew?”
“I am a bit hungry,” she conceded. “You do your own cooking?”
“Here, I do. At Lenox House I have a cook. Mrs. MacDavitt,” he replied. “But I’ve yet to poison myself.”
“It’s just you at Lenox House, then? No … wife or family?”
“I answered yer question,” he countered, rising to find two bowls and ladle a generous serving of stew into each of them. “Ye tell me someaught aboot yerself.”
“I didn’t agree to this game.”
Water began tap-tapping at the windows. “Fine. I’m accustomed to solitude here, anyway.” Handing over a bowl, he seated himself again and dug into his supper.
A moment later she picked up her spoon and began eating. She had long, delicate fingers, he noticed, pretty, well-manicured hands despite the dirt currently under the nails. A proper lady’s hands. So what the devil was she doing alone in the middle of the Highlands? He could order her to talk, he supposed, but handing her a fright wouldn’t help either of them. No, she wanted to feel safe. And so he would be patient. To a point.
For several minutes they ate in relative silence while the storm came closer, the rain heavier and the thunder approaching like a giant’s footfalls. “If I needed to send a letter to Aberdeen, could you assist me with that?” she finally asked.
Duncan kept eating.
“I asked you a question, Mr. Lenox.”
“Duncan,” he corrected, and shoveled in another mouthful.
She gave an annoyed-sounding sigh. “Could you help me get a letter to Aberdeen, Duncan?”
Pushing back in his chair, he reached for a bowl of salt and then scooted up to the table again. “This isnae a soft summer shower,” he observed. “A good thing ye’re here tonight and nae ootside.”
Miss Prentiss set down her spoon, none-too-gently. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“Ye didnae answer mine. I told ye the rules. Ye’re the one didnae wish to abide by them.”
Her brown eyes narrowed. “And I told you that I’m not playing.”
He couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. “Then I suppose we’re at an impasse, Miss Prentiss.”
copyright © 2013 by Suzanne Enoch
copyright © 2014 by Alexandra Hawkins
copyright © 2013 by Elizabeth Essex
copyright © 2013 by Valerie Bowman
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch
Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins
The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex
It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Loved all of these books. Easy fun loving stories
I enjoyed the short stories in this book. One Hot Scot was my favorite. These are all light reads because there is no time for true character development.
Sweet! Four sweet holiday romances by four amazing authors. One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch is a sweet and an adventure highlander short novella. Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexander Hawkins is an emotional family romance. The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex is an amazing and romantic holiday romance. It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman is a sweet and funny holiday novella. Thank you Suzanne Enoch, Alexander Hawkins, Elizabeth Essex , Valerie Bowman
A wonderful book containing 4 Christmas novellas. One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch is simply delicious. Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins is a continuation of her Lords of Vice series. I truly loved this story but wished it was a full novel. The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex is captivating. It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman is hilarious. All of these stories will keep you laughing, intrigued and rooting for the couples. I highly recommend this book to put you into the holiday spirit.
One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch 4.5 stars Great story about an English woman escaping the Highlander that kidnapped her only to run into the arms of another Highlander who steals her heart. Fairy magic indeed! Wonderful short! Duncan Lennox is one sexy Highlander. ~~~~~ Once upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins 4.5 stars Derrick, Lord Swainsbury, was searching for his sisters killer. When he found out that Lord Netherley was tripling his daughters dowry he knew all kinds of fortune hunters will be after Lady Ellen. His sister's killer is sure to show up. After meeting Lady Ellen, he wants her dowry or not. Great story! A lot of story packed into a small amount of pages. I enjoyed reading this historical Christmas romance. ~~~~~ The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex 5-stars Ian Worth needed a wife. His father's heir, his brother Ross, was in an accident and thought not to recover and his cold hearted father wants to line up the next heir. When an old friend from the Navy said he's got a daughter that he could marry, Ian jumped at the chance. At first glance Anne Lesley seemed plain but Ian would soon learn there are many layers to his future wife. Fantastic! Great characters with a smooth flowing story. I only wish it were longer. ~~~~~ It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman 5 stars They both need to marry. Oliver needs a dutchess and wants someone to marry him because she loves him and not his money. Cerian has no title, doesn't care about having one and wants to marry for love. They're perfect for each other, right? They don't realize it but the cat wandering the halls of the Medford's Christmastide house party certainly does. Loved this one! The matchmaking cat was brilliant! ~~~~~ I love Christmas and what's better than romance during the Christmas season. This is a wonderful set of stories from four fantastic authors! Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
A lovely little collection of holiday novellas, Christmas Brides was a sweet and enjoyable read. All four of the novellas were great and I liked each one. All the novellas in this book have been previously published, so I'd already read (and loved) 3 of them. Once Upon a Christmas Scandal was the only one that I hadn't read and I really liked it as well. With its engaging character, hint of a murder mystery, and delightful romance, it was definitely an enjoyable read, just like the others. This book is definitely a perfect read for getting into the holiday mood. Each book added its own take on the holidays and I liked them all. Christmas Brides was a wonderful holiday romance anthology that I really liked. All of the novellas were great and I enjoyed them all. Romance lovers, if you want something to get you into the holiday mood, then this is a book you won't want to miss. *I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch This is book 0.5 in her Scandalous Highlanders series. Julia Prentiss is wandering the woods trying to get away from the man that kidnapped her from her aunt's wedding. She comes across a man emerging from a lake and he is NAKED! She can't believe what she is seeing. She doesn't know whether to hide and ask the man for help. Duncan Lenox feels obligated to help when he comes across the stranded lady. He has been out trying to find when is killing his animals and staying at his cabin. Duncan takes Julia back to the cabin where they proceed to get to know each other. The kidnapper shows up at Duncan's cabin, but he puts them off. He later takes her to his home and proceeds to marry her. I am a HUGE Suzanne Enoch fan and have read almost all her books, but I really couldn't get into this book. I know that with a novella the action needs to go quickly, but to meet the man, jump into bed with him and then marry him within 24 hours is just a bit unbelievable. After writing this review last November, I did read the books that came after this (The Devil Wears Kilts and Rogue with a Brogue) and thoroughly enjoyed them. Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins Lady Ellen can't believe that her father has increased her dowry so that there will be more men for her to choose from when she finally decides to take a husband. Her father is dying and he wants to see her settled before he does. Knowing that every fortune hunter that hears about it will be at her door, Ellen is not looking forward to the holiday parties her mother is throwing. Lord Derek Swainsbury wants to catch the killer of his sister. What better way than to act like he is courting the newest heiress as he knows the killer will go after her next? But what happens when he falls under her spell? Will she believe that he doesn't want her money? This is a very quick read. Hawkins did a good job of telling the story in such a short amount of words. I didn't feel like the love story was rushed or unbelievable. The connection between Ellen and Derek was almost instantaneous and fairly leapt off the page. This novella is a part of the Lords of Vice series featuring the sister of Lord Vanwright. I've not read any of those stories, but after reading this novella I will definitely be getting them to read in the future. The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex This was book 3.5 in her Reckless Brides series. Lieutenant Ian Worth needs a bride and he will take just about anyone. In a rash moment, he told his father he was already married and now he needs to make it true. Ian runs into a shipmate and tells him what he is looking for in a wife - shy, undemanding and someone who will not mind his going off to sea. This shipmate just happens to have an unmarried daughter that fits Ian's needs. They arrange for Ian's perspective bride to come for a visit. When Anne Lesley arrives, Ian hardly even notices her. Later in the day, Anne overhears Ian talking about her (let's just say it wasn't nice) and decides to go for a walk. Ian joins her and they begin to get to know each other. Anne quickly gets over her shyness and Ian sees the potential that she has as a bride. Ian's father arrives and they must hide the fact that they are not married yet. They quickly fall in love and rush to get married with a special license. This is the first book I have read by Elizabeth Essex. I did like her style of writing and found myself laughing at some of the antics in the story (which is always good), but I really didn't care for the story itself. Anne was way too forgiving of Ian and the things she overheard him say. It would have taken a lot longer for him to worm his way into my heart! I've looked at the other books in the series and they look like they have promise. I will probably see if my library has copies of them to give this author a second chance. I probably would have given this book 2 stars, but I really enjoyed the character of Pinky! He saved the book in my opinion. Since reviewing this novella in July, I have read another book in the series. A Scandal to Remember was thoroughly enjoyable and I definitely want to go back and read the rest of the series. I think Essex is definitely better at writing full length novels rather than short stories. It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman. Running from a marriage minded miss, Oliver Townsende dashes into the silver closet only to find another person hiding. Miss Cerian Blake is hiding from men seeking her hand only for the dowry she brings. The two of them concoct a plan to thwart their admirers, they act like they are interested in each other. What happens when their acting becomes all too real? I thoroughly enjoyed Bowman's short story. She got me to believe that these two could have fallen in love in such a short amount of time. This story is book 3.5 of the Secret Brides series and after reading this novella, I want to go read the rest of the series!! Thanks go to St. Martin's Press for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
What do you want for Christmas? How about a yummy KILT wearing Scot, a noble Lieutenant who can see inner beauty, an Earl in protection mode & a STALKED Duke in hiding as they save a damsel-in-distress, not 1 but 2 heroines from fortune hunters sniffing around them & uncovered a beautiful wallflower butterfly? This is the romance for you to gobble up, hoard, crawl up with & totally NOT SHARE! One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch: Julia Prentiss just wanted a Christmas vaca in Scotland, but she is kidnapped by the evil, money hungry Lord Bellamy. She gets looses via a stolen horse, loses said horse & come face-to-face with a NEKKID Scotsman. Duncan Lenox just had a refreshing drip, when a gorgeous lass steals his KILT, but he knows she is in trouble, so he decides to help her. Some Scottish PIXIE DUST is sprinkled & turns Julia & Duncan's world into a combustible sexual mayhem. Ms. Enoch gets my score of 4 fingers up & 8 toes for yummy KILT wearing romance! Once Upon a Christmas by Alexandra Hawkins: Lady Ellen Courtland has been on the dusty shelf at 30, so her dying meddling dad triples her dowry. Derrick Hunt, the Earl of Sainsbury, comes to London to meet Lady Ellen, not for her dowry, but to protect. During her family's Christmas House (who doesn't love a bed hopping house party) Party, a totally pissed off Ellen meets yummy Derek, who makes her girlie parts moan with pleasure & Derek craves the delicious Ellen & wants to lick all of her dips & valleys. So we have a masquerade ball, undies dropping galore, evil afoot & the Lords of Vice meddling & creating mayhem! Ms. Hawkins sucked me into her Lords of Vice world since the 1st book & I am so glad she is having a new generation of Naughty Lords! Ms. Hawkins get my top score of 5 fingers up & 10 toes for this LordsRus romance! The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex: Lt. Ian Worth needs a wife by Christmas, before his Viscount father marries him off to his injured brother's betrothed. Who better to help him than an old Marine buddy, Col. Lesley, who has lots daughters. Anne Lesley is plain brown everything, hair, eyes & even clothes & she makes herself seem small & blend into the walls. So at Christmastime at Ian's cottage, there is a yummy Lieutenant slowly releasing a wallflower's inner BAD GIRL, a mom who needs a muzzle, a meddling PITA of a father, a colored challenged Pinky, a massive snowstorm & great seasonal MISBEHAVING! Ms. Essex gets my score of 4 fingers up & 7 toes for this romance of naughtiness! It Happened One Christmas by Valerie Bowman: At the Medford's Christmas House Party, Poor Oliver, the new Duke Of Markingham, is being STALKED by all the married minded mamas & their daughters. Miss Cerian (love this name) Blake is the cousin of Lady Kate Medford & her mama wants her to marry up, so her dowry is gigantic & the fortune hunters are STALKING her. In the silver closet, these 2 meet while hiding like prey, & she doesn't know he is a Duke & he is smitten with her smile & honest laugh. After their are officially introduced, they make a bargain to pretend to court, but what do they say about PLANS? They NEVER work! Ms. Bowman writes another hilarious, fast paced & witty romances, so she gets my top score 5 fingers up & 10 toes for this House Party of naughtiness! NetGaley ARC given for my honest review.
I found this book on Sunday so I have read it already. It was very enjoyable. All of the stories were nice romances involving Christmastime. I do admit a preference for Alexandra Hawkins' novella. Anytime the Lords of Vice are involved it's a must read for me! I think romance readers will like all 4 novellas.
3.75* One Hot Scot by Suzanne Enoch 4* This is a fun, romantic and fast paced short story that I very much enjoyed. It's the second book that I've read of Suzanne Enoch's the first being book one of the series "The Devil Wares Kilts" a 5* read that I highly recommend. The title is very true and Duncan is really one hot scot. He and Julia had great chemistry and even though their relationship move incredible fast it was also believable with how they felt for each other even with just meeting. I can not wait to read the next book. Once Upon a Christmas Scandal by Alexandra Hawkins 3* I enjoyed the short story but felt very lost in the beginning. This is the end I think of a series and to truly enjoy you need to read the series. That way you have a understanding and knowledge of the secondary characters. Ellen and Derrick had a very fast and quick relationship over the Christmas Holliday to quick for me but still enjoyable. I may just go back and start at the beginning of the series. The Scandal Before Christmas by Elizabeth Essex 2.75/3* I'm really not sure if I enjoyed this story or not. I finished it and if I've done that I usually give it a 3* rating because it kept my attention enough to finish it. But I did not enjoy the way it was written. The language/wording was a bit hard to understand for me, at times I had to reread the sentence. There were times in the story that I felt the chemistry between Ian and Anne but then it would be gone. It Happened Under the Mistletoe by Valerie Bowman 4* This is the first story I've read by Valerie Bowman and it will not be my last. I laughed and cried throughout the book and I loved the hero and heroine along with the secondary characters. Oliver and Cerian had great chemistry and it was a pleasure to read how they found their HEA.